Quick Transmmigration: The Diseased Male Protagonist is Turning Black

A dozen onmyojis entered the house one after another. These onmyojis were basically gray-haired old men, the youngest being in their fifties.

After hearing that the Millennium Female Zombie was to be escorted to the tomb of Wuhou, these onmyojis were very excited, eager to show off their skills.

Before the darts, the onmyoji masters will divination. With the divination, the expressions of these excited onmyojis became ugly, and they yelled, "Furious, fierce!"

"Lin Biaotou, this list is absolutely unacceptable, and we can't accept it either."

"In the past, no matter how dangerous my divination is, it is a life of nine deaths, but this time the hexagram actually shows that there is no life, and you will die if you go!"

"Matchmaker Li, I won't have the ability to take this order. I can't **** it, I can't **** it..."

…

Lin Biaotou wanted to take this order, but seeing the dangers mentioned by the onmyojis, he felt no sense in his heart, and the **** must be followed by an onmyoji. If the onmyojis didn’t accept the order, he couldn’t. Take it.

"Lao Liu, Lao Zhang, is there really no way at all? This is a big deal. If it succeeds, my small temple will not be able to hold you big Buddhas by then." Lin Biaotou still wants to go. Strive for it, just ask.

Lao Liu and Lao Zhang, who were named by Lin Biao’s head, both shook their heads. Their old bones still want to live two more years. If the hexagram shows vitality, they may want to challenge it, but the hexagram shows In a mortal situation, their heads are kicked by a donkey before they think about sending them to death.

"Matchmaker Li, look..." Lin Biao looked at Mr. Matchmaker Li with embarrassment.

Li Matchmaker was also abruptly pounded by these onmyojis who were violent from the left and from the right. She herself had some abilities, but listening to the onmyojis was quite true. It seemed that she would not be able to come back if she went there. , Li Matchmaker could not help but retreat.

But there is no way to retreat once the initiation of the initiation, Wang Wuhou has found her, she has to go, and she has to go if she doesn't.

Matchmaker Li comforted herself and said that although the matter was dangerous, since she was helping Wang Wuhou, she didn't look at the face of the monk but also the face of the Buddha, so it wouldn't be a big problem if she wanted to.

The helper was not invited, but instead made herself suspicious, Matchmaker Li glared at Lin Biao, put away the bank note on the table and got up and left with a grunt.

"Matchmaker Li, Matchmaker Li..." Lin Biao chased behind Matchmaker Li, groaning in his heart, this time he offended Matchmaker Li.

He could have had a leg with Li Matchmaker. Thinking about Li Matchmaker's rugged figure, he felt like sex, but now he is completely out of play.

After watching Li Matchmaker leave the yard, Lin Biaotou put away the nostalgia and dissatisfaction in his eyes, his eyes became extremely sharp, and the speed of his face change was astounding.

"Come here! Where's that fat pig in the morning!"

He wouldn't be Lin Biaotou if he didn't peel off that fat pig!

In other words, when did their soul guard recruit such a person? Why don't you have any impression?

"Lin Biaotou, that fat guy doesn't know where he died! I can't see him!"

"Then don't hurry to find it! If you can't find this fat man, everyone is not allowed to eat at noon today!"

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At this moment, the four players who had quickly completed the meeting were following Li Matchmaker step by step.

After a simple understanding, Xia Linyin already knew that the thin man was named Wang Ming, and that the fat man just let them call him fat. There was also a woman in her thirties who asked them to call her sister Liu. It's okay.

"What are you doing with me?" Li Matchmaker turned around and asked after turning into an alley.

"Are you going to **** a girl with a thousand years of age to the tomb of Wuhou?" Sister Liu said straight to the point, "We want to take your order."

Matchmaker Li's face changed slightly, and then she gave a chuckle, her eyes fluttered, "Oh?"

Shaking the fan in her hand, Li Meipo squinted at the four of them, "Why? Do you have this ability?"

Although the four of them are wearing the clothes of the Lingmen Escort, they are obviously ordinary escorts, not onmyojis. It is okay to **** goods and escorts. But if they want to **** a thousand-year-old girl to the tomb of Wuhou, obviously Not enough.

"Then I will show you my fat master's ability!" A black Guan Gong knife appeared out of thin air in Fatty's hand, and the black ink knife was carved with complicated lines.

The fat man waved two Guan Gong knives at random, and everyone felt an ominous feeling in their hearts for no reason, which made people feel uneasy.

Feeling that weird and ominous aura, Li Matchmaker couldn't help but look at the blade's body more, but before she could take a closer look, the fat man had put away the Guan Gong knife.

What appeared in Sister Liu's hand was a blood-red flute. When she played the flute, all the people present had the illusion that their souls would be forced out of their bodies.

But this is just an illusion, their souls are still in the body, and they want to wait for Sister Liu to strengthen the flute to a higher level, and maybe they can really pull the human soul out of the body.

What Wang Ming took out was a red bellyband. The ghostly red bellyband had just been taken out by Wang Ming. Everyone felt that the surrounding temperature had dropped a bit, and the chills penetrated into their bones.

"This is a good thing!" With a wretched smile on Wang Ming's face, he stroked the silky red bellyband in his hands, the tossing movements as if he was not touching the bellyband in his hands, but the smooth, tender and white skin of a woman.

"Okay! Put it away!" Sister Liu frowned and said.

"Hehe." Wang Ming put away the red bellyband with a smile. There was a red bellyband tattoo on his arm, which was very conspicuous.

"This is my weapon—" Xia Linyin rolled her palms, "blood high heels."

A red high-heeled shoe appeared in her hand. This high-heeled shoe tripled after Xia Linyin used ghost coins to increase the damage value for the second time and became a super high-heeled shoe.

Although Li Matchmaker didn't know what weapon Xia Linyin's high-heeled shoes were, she felt that the weapon was threatening when she saw the sharp and thin heel like a sharp arrow.

And like the red bellyband, there was a cold ghost on the high heels.

Li Matchmaker had already put away the contemptuous expression on her face. Whether it was the weapons of the four or the techniques that appeared out of thin air, she clearly told her that they were qualified to take the order, but—

"How can you still be a dartmaster if you have this ability?" Matchmaker Li couldn't help expressing doubts about the motives of the four.

"Just to wait for a big order like you." The fat man patted his stomach like a big watermelon, half joking and half serious.

"There is also an old man." Suddenly, an old hoarse voice came. "Matcher Li, the old man took this order. It is the old man's private work. Just now it is inconvenient to speak. Please forgive me for the inconvenience."